Mystery is truth's dancing partner.

The connoisseur of art must be able to appreciate what is simply beautiful, but the common run of people is satisfied with ornament.

Let him who believes in immortality enjoy his happiness in silence; he has no reason to give himself airs about it.

The master proves himselin recognizing his limitations.

A stated truth loses its grace, but a repeated error appears insipid and ridiculous.

The right man is the one who seizes the moment.

There are few who have at once thought and capacity for action. Thought expands, but lames; action animates, but narrows.